God Slayer Chronicles 51 The Undying Slayer

There was a loud ringing sound and vibrations reverberated throughout the air as Song Ping attempted to pierce Sha Ku's defenceless heart.

Instead, the 'Blood Soaked Sword' instantly stopped just an inch into Sha Ku's chest, like a lumberjack who's axe had sunken into a dense wood, unable to properly chop or penetrate a mighty oak.

"What witchcraft is this." Song Ping let out a gasp, trying to pull the sword out of Sha Ku's chest.

"Not witchcraft, Body Refining." Huang Yan let out, his voice choking up. His eyes bawling up in relief, his revenge was still possible.

"What?!" Song Ping instantly turned his head, the spirit Huang Yan was visible to him. Standing there, he was stunned. Without a moment's hesitation, he demanded to know who he was.

"What are you waiting for, kid?" was Yan Huang's only response.

From the moment the sword didn't sink into Sha Ku's heart, he knew that the child was alive and well. Otherwise, the tip would have pierced deep into his fleshy body, lacking the energy to resist.

Like a river in reverse the blood that soaked the floor started to retreat, slowly but surely returning into Sha Ku's one meridian, like that Sha KU's blood vanished from the room.

"Enough of this!" Song Ping drew his dagger once again, preparing to plunge it into the soft jelly of Sha Ku's eye.

It grew ever closer, the air from the tip rushed against Sha Ku's eye until a smile appeared on his face, "Shadowless Step." Clicking his heels Sha Ku vanished from Song Ping's sight, instantly the latter's face went pale, his hand numb from where the dagger hit the stone hard floor.

Bang!

Sha Ku appeared in mid-air, his foot shot towards the centre of Song Ping's chest and screamed, "Void Breaking Foot!"

The moment the foot his Song Ping's chest ripples appeared in the air, like the ripples in a pond. So powerful were these waves that the wood and stone in the room vibrated!

Swoos.h.!.+

Song Ping shot through the air like a cannonball, skidding along the floor, landing in a semi-circle made by the other students.

One of them ran up to him, witnessing the blood gus.h.i.+ng as his mouth.

With two hands he helped him up, urging him on, "Come on Song Ping, don't let this cretin defeat you with stupid sneak attacks!"

Hearing his words, Song Ping looked at him with deathly eyes, as if saying, 'Close your mouth, fool! Before I shut if for you permanently!'

Immediately a thought of gold stuck Song Ping's mind as Sha Ku merged from the ashy hut, "Perhaps you can help, 'Accelerated Blood Devour'!"

Without a second thought, Song Ping plunged his claw-like palm into this follower's stomach, screaming these words with utmost urgency.

The boy who had once been brave and supportive now withered away like a corpse, a thousand year in a few seconds before everyone's eyes.

Before Sha Ku could take another step, Song Ping's follower fell to the ground, nothing but a dusty skeleton remained.

Song Ping, on the other hand, he looked amazing. All his energy was restored, three elongated, red tentacles flapped about in the air, like a set of legs emerging from his back.

His eyes weren't round anymore, but sharp, like a snake's.

"Prepare to die –"

Before he could finish his sentence, Sha Ku shot towards him like a raging tornado, sliding on the ground as he got closer, causing a hale of dirt and dust to fill the air!

With a mumble that sounded like, "Void Breaking Chop!" the blinded Song Ping felt his left leg vanish suddenly!

No pain, just all sensation of it disappeared, like a phantom in the wind.

Song Ping looked downwards, and with a sense of horror, his confident and b.e.s.t.i.a.l façade broke. His face twisted, and he let out a cry from the top of his breath!

"My Leg!"

He stood there looking down, all that remained was a stump leaking blood like an ocean leaked a tsunami! It was spurting everywhere like a high-pressure hose left without anyone to control it.

The dirt from the air began to settle, and Sha Ku appeared from within it, his face full of bright smiles.

"You know, you may cultivate a powerful blood art… but it's pretty much useless if someone slices an artery of your's wide open. Not much blood left after a time."

Sha Ku appeared like a shadow in the mist, a king of the ashes, holding a severed leg in his right hand while smiling and looking Song Ping straight in the eyes.

Song Ping's giant tentacles immediately vanished, falling on his back, his consciousness fuzzy and fading.

"If I were you, I wouldn't plot revenge against me. We're expected to ascend to the middle of the peak by the end of next winter solstice."

Sha Ku said, his voice confident and wise. By his calculations, he had to ascend to the middle peak within a year, if not the consequences will be dire.

Hearing his words, some of the students looked about, there faces still in awe and shock of the battle that took place. One or two had looks of disgust, and a short fellow had brought up his breakfast.

"What do you mean?" Shu Yu asked, stepping forward from the crowd.

"Shu Yu, you're not stupid right?"

Shu Yu immediately frowned in response, thinking over Sha Ku's words.

"You may be too innocent to realise. The dorms. Think about it, why isn't there anyone occupying them?"

His words were like a gla.s.s shattering on the floor in a room of sacred silence, where was everyone else? There were around fifty dorm rooms; there should be more students on the bottom peak!

Instead, it was only the group that had joined today.

"Interesting." A smiling face said, his old wrinkles sprawled across his face, stroking his green bushy beard. This was Elder Tun; he was standing at the top of the peak with another two men, one of which was An Mo and another that was missing both his eyes.

"He figured out what happens to those that don't proceed to the middle peak within a year." An Mo's face lit up; his sharp eyes were filled with pride at the find.

"Well, what can we do, waste resources on weaklings? We need souls to fuel our subsidiary professions. If we were allowed to slaughter our way into the heart of our rivals, we could easily provide… ahhh, I miss the old days." The blind old fellow said, rubbing the centre of his forehead, disappointed.

An Mo nodded, "Yes, Sect Master has indeed been impractical these past few years. If not for the Elemental Peak, he would have completely reformed the sect long ago. Luckily he's not longed for this world."

"That's why you should go into seclusion and break thought An Mo, if you manage to reach the Dao realm, there wouldn't be any chance for the other Hall Masters to ascend to Sect Master." Elder Tun nodded veraciously.

"You're not wrong, but you're not completely correct either. There's always the possibility one of the Prime Elders want to throw their name in for Sect Master." An Mo's voice was sober and cold.

"Prime Elders?!" The blind and green bearded duo said in shock.

"Hush now." An Mo said, calming the duo.

"Do you know if it's that old b.a.s.t.a.r.d interfering with things again? He always was a c.u.n.t, even when we were measly disciples." The eyeless old geezer asked.

"I don't know, but he is undoubtedly the most powerful pract.i.tioner within the Sect, but he's been in seclusion for two decades now. I'm not even sure if he's still got all his faculties."

"We can only hope." Elder Tun chuckled.